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Bingo box; mischief, pairing: tech/wrecker(I'm also happy their just friends), prompt: Wrecker chalenges Tech to a throwing contest. He didn't say Tech couldn't use technology.
“Why should I even agree to do this?” Tech immediately asks.
“Because it’s fun!” Wrecker replies, as if Tech doesn’t know his actual motive, something that he doesn’t hesitate to make known.
“No, it’s because you like these stupid games because you always win,” he says in fact. For what other reason would Wrecker come to him of all people challenging him to a throwing competition?
This is nothing new however: Wrecker does tend to get restless, and when he does he often turns to challenging the others to some sort of contest, anything to battle the boredom. It’s not like Tech doesn’t understand him, but he also doesn’t want him to get cocky after an easy win, because let’s face, he’d never be able to beat him.
“You know what?” he says. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
“What do you mean ‘not now’?” Wrecker asks, confused.
“I mean that I need time to prepare. What? You thought I’d be able to do it immediately?” Tech replies, patting on Wrecker’s bicep. “I don’t wanna lose to you.”
At that, Wrecker burst into laughter; it isn’t a mocking laughter though, he genuinely finds it funny but not in a bad way.
“Alright, I’ll give you some time,” he says, jovially slapping Tech’s shoulder and almost sending him fumbling ahead. “Come find me when you’re ready!”
Tech has to fight really hard to hide the smirk on his face, but he manages. “Don’t worry big guy, I will.”
It takes less time than Tech thought to get ready, which is good because eventually Wrecker would’ve grown bored of waiting and he would’ve sought him out to finally do this challenge.
It wasn’t easy to hide his project from him, given how close they are, Tech had to utilize every single moment in which they weren’t together to work on it. Thankfully he could’ve counted on the others’ help who, having gotten wind of Tech’s plan, did their best to keep Wrecker away from him; they’re true friends.
Now that he’s finally ready, however, he doesn’t need to avoid it anymore, and actually, he goes straight to him. It’s not hard to find him, Tech only had to follow the noise - he never was that stealthy to begin with.
Mh, looks like Wrecker’s doing some weights. Tech almost feels bad for interrupting him so he just leans against the doors and waits for him to be done, which might be just an excuse to admire his body. What? If Wrecker didn’t want to be watched, he could’ve sealed the doors. Besides, those back muscles look so good that Tech can’t help but to stare…
He chuckles at the startled way Wrecker turns towards him when he finally speaks - he hadn’t noticed him at all.
“Holy-- Tech! How long have you been there?” Yes, Wrecker really hadn’t noticed him.
“A while,” Tech replies, a smirk on his face that gets soon mirrored by the other.
“I see, I see. Enjoying the show, huh?” he comments, flexing his arm. Tech has to bite his lower lip or else he’d say something that would completely deviate from his original purpose.
Concentrate, Tech! Now’s not the time to get distracted!
“Not really, actually,” he says. “I came here for the challenge.”
Wrecker still doesn’t drop the smirk. “Oh? You think you’re ready?”
“I don’t think I’m ready, I am,” Tech replies, trying very hard not to sound cocky, but he can’t help it, not with his secret weapon. Sure, it might be cheating, but Wrecker never set any rule about using technology, so technically he’s not breaking them.
Wrecker picks up on the tone, however, and he looks more than intrigued. He’s figured that Tech must have some sort of plan, which makes him curious.
They walk out of the Havok Marauder, not wanting to break anything inside, and get settled on the clearing they have landed. Miles and miles of plain fields, the perfect zone for a throwing contest.
“What do we get if we win?” Tech can’t help but to ask.
“Huh?” Wrecker replies, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t really think about that…”
Typical Wrecker, he throws himself into any kind of challenge without even thinking about what comes next.
“How about who wins gets a kiss?” he proposes.
“But we already kiss all the time!” Wrecker replies. “What would make that special?”
“It would be a victory kiss…” Tech explains, though he himself isn’t that convinced about that. Kissing was the first thing that came to mind, that why he suggested it.
Wrecker thinks about it just a moment, then he nods.
“Yeah, makes sense. I think…” he says, turning immediately towards Tech again. “So, are we doing this?”
“Ladies first,” Tech jokes, though he’s serious about wanting Wrecker to go first.
They’ve agreed to throw one EMP grenade each, since they don’t want to cause actual harm to the environment. That kind of grenades is harmful only to droids, so they should be safe.
Wrecker weighs the one in his hand, juggling it a bit. His stare is fixed ahead of him, observing a potential target.
The rules are simple: whoever throws the grenade furthest wins.
Tech smiles, stretching his hand. If only Wrecker would’ve noticed that his armor is slightly different from the usual he might’ve questioned what he did to it, which by the way is nothing too major: just a thruster that will help him launch the grenade further and give it a little boost.
He feels a bit bad about what he’s doing, but how does that saying go? In war and love there are no rules. Sure this might not be as serious as actual war, but hey they’re still soldiers, so he guesses it counts. He isn’t sure about that, and actually is pretty sure that it’s just some excuse that he’s ramble-y brain came up with, but whatever. Not everything has to be serious: sometimes he might just want to do something just for the sake of doing it, or just for the sake of general mischief in this particular case.
Wrecker goes completely still, just for a moment, then he throws the grenade. It flies through the air through an ample arc. Tech doesn’t have his bucket on so he can’t calculate the exact distance, but he doesn’t need it to discern that it’s a lot; it makes him wonder if even the help of technology will be enough to win this. Not that it would be such a huge loss, but c’mon he does have some pride.
They’re barely able to hear the sound of the EMP grenade detonate, which prompts Wrecker to turn towards Tech with an excited gaze.
“Yeah…” Tech can’t help but to admit, sounding genuinely impressed. Ok, maybe he won’t be that mad if he loses after all.
He takes Wrecker’s place, observing the field in front of him. He didn’t want to use his bucket to calculate the trajectory because he felt that would’ve been too much cheating, but now he finds himself regretting it.
He does his best to understand the wind’s direction and use this information to figure out what his best throwing angle will be. Eventually, however, Wrecker has to yell at him: “We don’t have all day!”
“R-Right, sorry…” he apologizes, deciding to wind it. If it works, good, if it doesn’t, at least he tried.
He almost dislocates his shoulder for who strongly the machinery in his armor pulls at it, and after throwing the grenade, Tech finds himself stumbling a few steps ahead before finding some semblance of equilibrium back.
In a moment Wrecker’s by his side, holding him up.
“Shit, Tech! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think I am,” the other replies, not wanting Wrecker to worry for nothing.
They wait, they wait and they wait, but after loosing track of the grenade, they still haven’t heard the sound of its detonation, which means…
The realization hits them both at the same time, making them turn towards each other, Tech with a cocky gaze and Wrecker with a surprised one.
“No way!” Wrecker immediately exclaims. “Something must’ve gone wrong!”
“Yeah, like?” Tech challenges him.
“Oh I don’t know… Maybe it just didn’t detonate!”
“Wrecker, they’ve never not detonate, so why it should’ve done it now?”
“Face it, big guy, I won.”
Every bad feeling Tech had about this dissipates into nothing as he watches Wrecker try to make sense of all this. It’s really fun to watch.
“You used some trick! There’s no other way!”
“So what? You never mentioned anything about them,” Tech points out, the smile still on his face.
“… Shit, you’re right,” Wrecker finally realizes. This is as close as an admission that he lost that Tech is going to get, so he’ll let that be enough. Besides…
He turns his face towards Wrecker, exposing his cheek.
“So? I’m waiting for my prize.”
He hears Wrecker huff, then he suddenly grabs Tech by the chin, forcing him to turn his face again so that he can press their lips together, which isn’t what Tech was expecting - not that he’s complaining, of course.
When they pull away, Wrecker’s still pouting, though it’s obvious that he’s forcing himself to keep it up.
“Happy now?” he asks, and Tech can’t help but to laugh, leaning closer for another kiss.
